A few days ago, I opened my Facebook to 47 notifications. Needless to say, I was thrilled people were finally recognizing the caliber of my Facebook profile, which includes biannual statuses about some life-changing event and stunning tagged pictures of me at my best. My high hopes and dreams were quickly shattered when I realized what the reality entailed.
My best friends are fiercely loyal and come with no strings attached. They know my phone always dies at least three times during the day, that I have a mild Rue La La addiction — or, in their words, a severe addiction to online shopping — and that my alter ego is a cat that tends to come out when I hit a point of deliriousness.
On Friday, student group Crafting for Conservation and Student Council’s Sustainability Committee gathered in the Garden Room on the Range to present the first Sustainable Art Gallery and to celebrate “America Recycles Day,” which also took place on Friday.
Stepping up to the podium, fourth-year College student Arni Mapili turns to face a crowd of about 70.
What says “college” more than working at the college radio station? Not much. Enter WTJX, the new student-run station hoping to re-energize the student-led music scene.
A plethora of statuses have dotted my Facebook newsfeed in recent weeks criticizing the early onslaught of reminders heralding — Hark!
At the beginning of the semester when I had just joined The Cavalier Daily, my fellow Life columnists released a flurry of writings on something which is apparently on everyone’s mind: sex.
I’ve recently been looking into some addiction therapy programs, and I’ve read some literature on their 12-step recovery processes.
In the 19th year of my life, I did two things that were profoundly stupid. For two entire days, I made Facebook my homepage – a decision which single-handedly compromised my already dwindling ability to simultaneously do homework, check Twitter and keep up with the Kardashians.
Girl runs. Girl falls in mud. Boy witnesses fall. Boy helps girl. Boy offers Band-Aid. Girl blushes.
The Committee to Pave the Lawn — gasp as you will — is a real thing. Fortunately, there is no need to worry — the committee does not have real intentions of paving over Thomas Jefferson’s Lawn.
From the moment we are pushed out of our mother’s vagina, ugly and crying, we are taught the value of the birthday.
I am the product of a technology boom. It defines my generation and by association, I am now scared it defines me.
People often complain about the overuse of the word “love” and how this leads to the loss of the weight it’s supposed to carry – and this is probably true.
On a Tuesday night in September, I found myself curled into a heap, resting atop a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor of one of my hallmates’ room.
1. Eat… a lot: Winter is cold. There’s only so much three sweatshirts, six pairs of socks and your fleece-lined leggings under your jeans can do to prepare you for the biting Charlottesville cold.
The U.Va.-Guatemala Initiative, a Center for Global Health program that brings students and faculty together to benefit Guatemalan people and communities, collaborated with the Department of Emergency Medicine to bring the University “Guatemala Week” this last week, welcoming several Guatemalan guests to Grounds and hosting a variety of events.
Beyond Fey, some of the University’s biggest on-screen alums include Sarah Drew and Jason George from “Grey’s Anatomy,” Sean Patrick Thomas from “Save the Last Dance,” Ben McKenzie from “The O.C.” and Emily Swallow from “The Mentalist.” From the beginning, drama professors noticed exceptional skills in these performers.
Nothing for the boyfriend to be jealous of.
Ah yes, U.Va. — where we have our cake and eat it too. We work hard AND we play hard. Sleep is for the weary, which we are not.
